He growls the question in my ear, and another groan parts his lips. “I’m going to strip you naked in this window, so the world knows you belong to me.”
Oh my God.
My nipples harden against his palms through the thin fabric and he pinches each of them, then rolls them between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, my back arches, pushing me harder into his hands.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head as he kisses a trail up the side of my neck.
He grinds his hard length against me and growls against my neck as he does it. “You drive me insane, Mary. You have no idea how bad I want to tear this dress off and be inside you right now.”
“Do it then.” The words come out on a gasp as my eyes flutter closed.
“I would. Trust me, I would.”
My heart sinks. Is he not going to?
“But that would make me no better than the last guy. It’d make it all about me.” His lips tenderly kiss my ear, and he whispers, “What I want.” One of his hands snakes through my hair, and then he suddenly closes his fist around it, digging his knuckles into my scalp.
Oh wow, I like that a lot. A quick gasp parts my lips.
“I’m going to take my time, every damn second I have with you, I’m going to make it last an eternity, doing nothing but pleasing you.” He kisses back down my neck, and his free hand roams down between my legs. He reaches into my panties and squeezes me with each word. “Over.” He kisses me again. “Over.” He trails along my neck to my collar bone. “And over.” When he says it for the final time he bites down, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Oh God.” My body comes alive the second it happens. Never in my life did I think biting would do it for me, but it does. Oh, does it ever.
His hand slides back and forth across me, and my panties are already so wet I can feel them sticking to my legs. Rick’s hands leave my body, and I immediately want them back on me.
He finds the zipper on the back of the dress, and slowly pulls it down until it comes to a stop at my lower back. My first instinct is to stiffen and wrap my arms around myself, but Rick’s hands find my arms.
“Relax.” He exhales warm breath in my ear, and like clockwork, my body reacts to every single sensation, every muscle loosening. Ever so slowly, he slides the dress down, and I catch it with my arms.
He takes a step back. “Turn around and show me.”
I do exactly as he says, as slow and seductive as possible, because how can I not obey his commands at this point? I’m a slave to his words.
The dress falls down and puddles around my feet, leaving me topless in nothing but my panties.
The look in his eyes says it all. There’s a spark there, a hunger.
“I’ve waited months for this.”
His eyes sear into me. Heat blooms across my chest at the sight of him. He’s a man possessed.
“Come here.” His voice is a low growl. “Slowly.”
I do it. I don’t think he knows the effect he has on me, or maybe he does. It doesn’t matter. I’d get on my hands and knees and crawl to him if he asked me to.
The whole time I walk toward him, he appraises me from head-to-toe, examining every square inch of my body. I’ve never been so bare in front of anyone else, my body on full display.
It’s so—erotic, and wrong, and everything I want to do, but shouldn’t be doing. I’ve never felt so rebellious and yet normal, like this is what I was meant to do with him. Is it wrong to enjoy this? I don’t think so. And even if it is, I’m allowed to make mistakes. It’s part of being a human.
I’m rationalizing lust, but I’ve never wanted something so bad, and I always try to do the right thing. I deserve to do this, with a man I actually care about, who respects me, puts me first and himself second. I won’t feel bad about that.
When I’m in front of Rick, his hands trace the sides of my thighs, and the curves of my hips. His head shakes back and forth, and his eyes find mine. “You are perfect.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me for telling the truth.”